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ONE HUNDRED TWENTY
[Voice Post | | Accidental]
[Robin's voice is slurred, mumbling to himself and anyone around, as it wanders into the path of the computer's recording device. He's been fiddling around with the thing for the past few hours, in between drinks, he only now finally gets it to work, if not on the setting he'd wanted it.]--'ll burn a hole in the- in ( Read more... )